Duel of the Proteges: Ivy Aster vs Niko Tomiji

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"No. No no no nooo," Ivy murmured weakly as Niko dragged her my the ankle to center stage. She wasn't able to fully process the pinkette's words, but she did catch that she said 'finisher.' Ivy fell into a panic, but could not resist as she was locked into a Shame Hold. "Ah! AH! NOOO!" Ivy wailed as she was held helpless by the smaller wrestler.

However, Ivy realized that she wasn't really in much pain. At least not pain brought by this Shame Hold. Utterly mortified and humiliated as her bare breasts nearly smacked her in the face and her legs were spread wide with her butt in the air? Oh absolutely. But it wasn't painful. Ivy took big panting gulps of air, trying to recover as much as she could in hopes of eventually mounting a counterattack.

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Niko was determined to make this loss as humiliating as possible for her fellow protege as revenge for what she did to her in the first round. As such she just had to use the shame hold at least once and needless to say the girl's reaction was worth every second of it. But she knew she couldn't get the win from it alone. Rather she was hoping the shock and embarrassment may force Ivy's hand, or rather mouth but it appeared the wouldn't be the case.

"Alright, scorched earth then." Niko said before willingly undoing the hold, letting Ivy's body collapse against the mat as she stood up and walked around to where she was standing on the backs of Ivy's knees. Bending down and wrapping the girl's legs around her own before bending down, grabbing the girl's wrists to pull them back before falling backwards for what looked to be a Romero speacial...

Only Niko would soon change her hands positions to Ivy's shoulders, pulling her down until her face was pressing deep into her chest, at which point Niko would then reach around till her arms were crossed, hands each grabbing Ivy's feet to fully lock her into her Dream Knot finisher!

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Despite feeling relief from being released from the Shame Hold, Ivy did not like the sound of "scorched earth" that Niko was about to go for. Sure enough, Ivy would find herself getting locked into Niko's strongest signature move: The Dream Knot. "SUBM- MMMMPH!" Ivy tried to give up before the Lightweight could actually complete the hold, but her attempt at a verbal submission was cut off by her face getting shoved into Niko's tits.

It was immediate agony, ally the way from Ivy's knees to her face. Her back and hips especially felt like they were going to explode. Her thighs flexed from the forced strain and stretch, the fabric of her leotard stretched taut over her belly, the Brit's boobs hung down towards her face thanks to gravity and came to rest atop Niko's own pair, and Ivy's arms hung limply down with her hands hovering over the mat.

Ivy was out. Her mind and body had shut down completely upon being put in the hold, unable to process the pain of Niko's submission. She didn't even have time to tap out before she fell unconscious. A stream of drool spilled from her mouth and puddled into the pinkette's cleavage. This time the ref did notice that Ivy's form was limp and unmoving, and quickly moved to call the round in Niko's favor, tying the match.

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Niko was determined to win the round in as dominant a fashion as possible. While doing so through the shame hold would have been nice so she could save this particular move for the final round it didn't matter.

Because it was still a rather dominant win and a humbling moment she was sure for her fellow protege. Having locked Ivy into the hold though Niko noticed the girl's struggles stop almost immediately.

'Wha, is she already out?' Niko thought to herself in utter shock before shrugging. A win was a win and that's all that mattered, especially as the ref officially called for the bell and gave her the point for the round.

Undoing her hold and pushing Ivy down to the mat Niko would sit up and smile softly in relief as she stood up. "Consider us even." Niko said, bringing a sharp slap down upon the girl's buttocks before making her way to her corner and leaning against it, waiting for Ivy to get up and the next round to start.

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Ivy fell flat on her face after Niko let her go, and she was not moving. She didn't even register the slap from the smaller woman, nor the jiggle of her ass in response. Ivy just laid there, not getting up, not shifting around, not even making a sound. Tiki came out from behind the commentator's table to take a closer look at the situation.

"Ivy?" Tiki called. "Ivy? Ivy are you okay?" The veteran's voice grew more worried with every utterance of her student's name. Until eventually. . .

"Ughh. . ." Ivy finally showed signs of life. Her head rolled around a little, her legs slid back and forth across the mat. Ivy looked up, before lowering her head back down to the floor as her mind seemed to catch up with what had happened.

"Do you want to stop the match, ivy," said Tiki, secretly hoping that Ivy would do so. She knew that the Brit no longer had any chance. Ivy was far too hurt and exhausted to execute the necessary gameplan to beat Niko.

But Ivy got up. "No. I'm still going to beat her," she said. Tiki nodded. Acknowledgement of Ivy's decision, rather than belief in her statement. Ivy couldn't tell from how far away they were. Her breath was heavy as she spoke, "You won't get me twice, Niko."